Credo

I believe the poet’s hair has always been a plume of smoke caught stiff in winter air. Their voice has always spoken overwater, carried through the fog to reach mein the morning. I believe that they havealways worn their collar button loose, andalways tapped their finger to their head whenopened to a spark of humbling wonder.

I believe a day will come when my hairtoo will have always been white, my leg beenlame, my eyes weighed down by beauty, by theselight-box cryptograms of real things. Myheart has always been unburdened, unwounded by jealousyfor the clarity through which the poet always lives and sees.

Lyle Enright

Lyle Enright is a writer and editor currently living in Chicago, where he is finishing his PhD at Loyola University. He writes extensively on issues in contemporary art, philosophy and theology, and his work has also appeared in Christ & Pop Culture, The Englewood Review of Books, and Ruminate among others. You can follow him on Twitter @ynysdyn, where he promotes indie fiction and tweets his way through his dissertation.

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